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    INTO THE OBLIVION OF MOTHERHOOD

    Sep 01, 2022 3 minutes
    ANGELA VORAS-HILLS

    week into a year in Germany as a high school exchange student, I spent the night in a tent on the beach of the North Sea. I woke up to the sun warming the tent, a frenzy of birds calling over crashing waves. I unzipped the door and looked out to see a wrinkled old man bending over with spread legs to touch the water, completely naked. Weeks later, my host father’s sister came over near the end of her pregnancy and took a bath with the door open, the family walking in and

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